When red blood splattered out, the fabric shattered, and the monster's claws nearly tore off a large piece of flesh, and the amount of blood that splattered was enough to be deadly. Cesare's pupils trembled, and his mouth was desperate for something, but not out of fear...... He saw that although Closia's body was still trembling, at the moment when she realized that her brother was in danger, she desperately pounced on Cesare at the moment of difficulty, and tried to block the monster's blow with her thin body, and her immature arms protected Cesare's heart, and the monster's claws were embedded in the girl's thin arms, instantly tearing out a large piece of flesh and blood, and even revealing white bones. "Closia...... Closia! However, in the face of Cesare's roar, Closia only used the last of her strength to raise her eyes, and the extreme pain with the terrible amount of bleeding almost took away all of the girl's consciousness in an instant, and the corners of Cesare's eyes glistened with tears, as if she wanted to say something, but as soon as she opened her lips, she lost the last trace of consciousness in Cesare's arms. Looking at the oozing injury, the wound on Closia's arm seemed to be infected by some unknown kind, and the blood that was still gushing out just now turned inexplicably red into sticky black blood. Cesare, who had always been calm, looked at his sister, and suddenly his mind went blank, anger and self-blame came naturally, and he gritted his teeth in resentment, facing the monster without the slightest fear. And the monster did not take advantage of the victory, but suddenly took half a step back, looking at the flesh dripping down from his claws, the only pupil that still retained human characteristics showed a surprised expression, as if he realized that he had hurt the wrong person, his eyes kept shaking. "No...... I'm not trying to ...... What have I become? The monster's mouth came out of a human voice, but it sounded extremely hoarse and unpleasant, as if it was struggling with some kind of self. But this time Cesare wasn't prepared to give it too much time, and he didn't care what it was, and it was absolutely unforgivable for hurting Closia. Cesare carefully laid the wounded Clossia on the ground, and he stood up, raising his arms without much care, and uttered several quick succession of "Shattered!" Then the forearm moved his wrist and struck a continuous stream of magic at the monster like a conductor of an orchestra. Magic forms a colorless and odorless wave of air in the air, like a white dye splashed on a blank canvas, so that people without talent can not see or feel its operation, magic itself has no shape, let alone words, as if it can only exert its effect in the shadowless, and it seems that only when it is released, people can perceive the effect of its magic from the results and the changes it brings. The vague force of the impact distorted the trajectory of the rain around it like an arrow shot out, and the trajectory of the magic could barely be recognized from the mist that came out of thin air. The monster that had not fully recovered from its self-struggle was suddenly hit, and the impact on its face shattered some mycelium, followed by a few magic hits on the shoulder and chest, and the spell that could break the wall hit the monster's body like a few ordinary fists falling on the body, except for making the monster take a few steps backwards and instinctively protect its head, leaving no destructive wounds. And this attack also seems to have angered the monster. When the arm that covered the thing's head slowly fell, the eyes that still looked like humans were gone, and only a pair of scarlet eyes were left without white space. It waved its arms, opened its torn mouth to the limit, and roared at Cesare, its roar causing the trees to tremble and rot black liquid gushing from its features. The monster flipped its joints and leaped up in a spiral, its mouth utter utter unrecognizable, all like the friction of dead wood and hay, grinning its fangs and claws in an exaggerated wave of its claws. The terrifying situation struck again, Cesare swallowed saliva and switched positions, supporting his right leg back and his right hand behind his back, the remaining left arm first resting on his right shoulder and then violently outward, and quickly chanting "Quickly retreat" in his mouth, and the magic gathered in his body turned into a hurricane blowing towards the rushing monster, countless fallen leaves and branches fluttered in the air, revealing the outline of a vortex. However, for the real monster, this kind of student trick didn't work at all, it was like a product of another dimension, completely unaffected by the huge force of the wind, not even its rapid speed, and Cesare's magic did not do anything to delay time. The claws were about to hold Cesare's shoulders, the monster tilted its head sideways, the cracked mouth almost split the entire head in half, the sight of both eyes rose with the amplitude of the upper half of the head, just when the smell of blood was about to stain the sharp teeth, the mud and fallen leaves carried by the wind "chirped" and confused the monster's entire vision, in addition to the keen sense of smell, he could also smell the meat smell close to Cesare's body, and the nerves of the eyes temporarily lost their effect. Immediately afterward, I felt something hard trying to stuff into what should have been a hole in my nose, followed by the violent impact and pain that rushed straight to the door. Cesare, who remained calm, stretched out his right hand hidden behind him in time, holding a hard stone that was just the right size for the monster's face, which he had spotted when he was holding Closia just now, and thought to himself that since magic is unreliable, he should try pure mechanics. As it turned out, the wounds caused by this stone were far more obvious than the previous shots of magic, the monster's neck tilted at a strange angle under the impact, the hole in the nose position was knocked open several times the size, the rotting tissue inside turned outward, and the originally oozing face became even more terrifying. It raised its arms and gave up the attack, trying to protect its wounded face, but Cesare didn't give it any chance, and grabbed the monster's ribcage with the anti-object, and the fingers poked through the mycelium and rotting flesh as if grasping the ribs of a human, and then waved the stone in its right hand, venting all the anger that had hurt Closia, and slammed down on the monster's face again, several times, until the deformed and protruding face began to sink inward, and the monster screamed in pain and pushed Cesare out with its strange force. Realizing the monster's counterattack, Cesare protected himself in time, but he was still knocked several meters away by the incredible force, and fell to the ground hard, and the pain he had just felt all over his body hit again. Unable to tolerate the suffocating sensation of his chest being swollen, Cesare did not dare to stop for half a second, kneeling on one knee to prop himself up, his eyes fixed on the condition of the monster. It was recovering, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, relying on those abominable mycelium, obviously its head was about to be knocked into mud by the stone, and after a few short wails, those broken and injured places were covered and filled with the surging mycelium, turning into new flesh. What the hell is that? If Jesus really exists, why did He create such a terrible thing in the world? I am afraid that this answer can only be asked clearly when I see the Lord after death. The monster's wail gradually subsided, and its claws gently caressed its recovered face, as if it was also somewhat surprised by the scoundrel's healing ability. However, Cesare did not have this ability, his body was almost at the limit, whether it was the damage to his muscles and bones from the two impacts or the consumption of physical energy, he could be considered at the end of the road at the moment. Seeing that the enemy had almost recovered, and his scarlet eyes looked in Cesare's direction again, Cesare teased with a wry smile: "Aren't you tired...... then, without choice, he stood up on the ground, and every minute and every second, the rain washed away his cautious little strength. Looking at Closia who was dying not far away, and Sandino who didn't know where she fell, I really didn't expect this errand to be so bad today...... To Cesare's surprise, the misfortune was not over, and the use of magic without the aid of a cane was extremely draining, as Cesare had already realized in the attic of Henry's grocery store. In the trance-like vision, the eyes that could be closed forever at any time were actually in the woods behind the monster...... I saw a new monster again. The new creature slowly emerged from the shade of the trees, unlike the monster in front of him, the creature was not tall and about the same size as Cesare, but he was covered in blood like a blood gourd, and the rain washed away the dried blood on his body, and soon new blood gushed out from the cracks in his body, constantly staining his white body. He limped along, still holding something in his hand, and shouted in a hoarse voice of pain: "It's really easy for me to find...... You're not done with me......" The voice sounded familiar, a familiar one, and it was a voice that could still be heard recently, and with this suspicion, Cesare looked closely at the top of the "monster's" head, and sure enough, he could still make out the disheveled strands of blond hair in the blood. "Hilton?" Cesare's faint inquiry went unanswered, only to see the scarred young man undo his blood-stained white coat, revealing the blood-colored lining underneath, and pulled the blade out of his cane, panting and aiming at the monster's back. "I didn't react before...... Let's get serious about winning or losing this time, bastard! The monster slowly turned back and looked at Hilton, who was miraculously alive, and then at the blade in his hand, threatening and at the same time seemed to let out an eerie laugh. Then the monster leaned down, its forelimbs and hind limbs on the ground at the same time, and suddenly at the same moment it leaped forward, roaring, roaring, fangs and claws ready to finish off this arrogant boy who knew not the height of the sky. On the other hand, Hilton had already used up his strength just to come here, and when he saw the monster attack, the pain in his lungs forced him to cough several times, and he also coughed up a large area of blood in his throat. "...... He was flattened...... "The young man, who was so weak that he could fall at any moment, covered his bleeding mouth in severe pain, and the monster's form leaped above him, obscuring the sun, and the shadow enveloped Hilton's whole body. There was only a flash of light, flashing from the cold light and the boy's eyes, the sword slashed through the air in a semicircle, and the boy's body slipped through the monster's swing to the limit, the two disproportionate bodies staggered at a thrilling distance, and the monster's shoulder was cut a considerable wound in the process this time, so that only a few hyphae were left in the entire claw arm, and the break broke away from the torso and flew upward. However, the smile on Hilton's lips disappeared after a burst of softness in his legs, and his body lost its balance and fell uncontrollably to one side, and the moment before it fell to the ground, he threw his ivory sword hilt and cane, the most precious guide wand for the nobles, in the direction of Cesare, and his slowly closed eyes did not express any trust, but were full of disgust and unwillingness. Then, the boy's body sank into the wet dirt and slept like a baby.

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